Chapter 89 Who Are You?

After hearing Camus's question, the room was dead silent. Neeko was stunned for a long time before she raised her head slightly, revealing her terrifying face.

"Who are you?"

Camus looked at her face and sighed softly, "It seems that you have had a very painful experience. I have had a similar experience. The only difference between us is that you are dead and I am alive."

When the evil spirit heard this, blood and tears flowed from its empty eyes and made a harsh sound.

"We will be the same soon."

Camus gently stroked the cat and looked at her calmly.

"Ms. Neeko, let me introduce myself again. My name is Camus. I am the future owner of this house. Now you have two choices, either die or live. Choose one."

Neeko looked at Camus with a calm face, and her heart was a little nervous. This person was not afraid of her and did not look like a lunatic. That meant he was an extraordinary person, but this was her territory. What could an extraordinary person do?

"Ah"

With a piercing scream, a black shadow grabbed at Camus's face. Camus gently placed the cat in front of her face. When Neeko saw that it was her cat, she stopped attacking in a hurry.

"Let it go."

"Okay, I need a maid. I'll exchange its life for yours."

"You're looking for death..."

Looking at his gloomy look, Camus grinned, took off his glasses, and squinted at Neeko.

"Is this the answer you gave me?"

Neeko stood quietly beside the sofa, and her expression changed drastically after looking into Camus' eyes.

"Are you a Sequence 2 makeup artist? I don't want this house anymore, I'll give it to you."

After Neeko finished speaking, she was about to run. As soon as she took a step, Camus' calm voice came from behind her.

"Try running. Since you know I'm a makeup artist, you know my ability. Sit down and talk. I need a maid in this house, and you're a good fit."

Neeko's face turned cold, revealing her original face. She has a pretty face and a proud figure. She looks like an absolute beauty.

"What do you want me to do?"

When Camus saw her stop, he threw the cat away and sat slowly on the sofa.

"I'm going to open a fortune-telling shop here. You be my maid and help me clean the house. I won't treat you badly in the future."

"Impossible... I want revenge and I don't have time to be your maid."

Camus shook his head and pointed at the house, "You can't even get out of here, and you still want revenge? But I'm different, I can help you."

Nico was shocked and looked at Camus with a complicated expression, "Are you really willing to help me? I killed a lot of people."

Camus sneered, "If you want me to help you take revenge, it depends on your performance. I hope you are a qualified maid."

"As for how many people you killed and who you killed, it has nothing to do with me. I only care about my own business."

Nico looked at Camus with a complicated expression, "You are really special. If you are willing to help me, I can be your maid."

"Dong"

Camus snapped his fingers when he heard it, "This is a good evil spirit. Remember that you cannot hurt the guests who come here in the future. It is very easy for me to kill you. If you didn't sing well, you would be struggling in the mirror now."

Nico snorted coldly and stood still, "There is a ritual array in the basement here. My body is down there. Can you bury my body?"

Camus smiled slightly, "I'm sorry, I have no interest in moving corpses. I'm going out to eat first. Please help me clean up the house. You are really an incompetent owner. The dust is as thick as paper. You don't like cleanliness."

"Dong..."

As the door closed, the house returned to darkness. Nico stood by the window and looked at Camus' figure. His expression changed, and then he sighed softly.

"Maybe he can really help me?"

After going out, Camus rubbed his eyebrows. He wanted to seal her just now, but in the end, he thought that it was desperate to clean such a big house by himself. It happened that there was an evil spirit imprisoned here, which was simply too good.

"We have a house, a maid, and furniture to replace. Call the team to assemble tomorrow."

After eating something casually, Camus returned to the house. He was very satisfied with the new house. His decision was really wise.

"Nico..."

With a flash of his eyes, a woman in white with no mouth, no eyes, and no hair appeared in front of Camus. Seeing her like this, Camus curiously poked with his fingers, and found that he couldn't poke anything and felt bored.

"You cleaned well, do you need to eat?"

Nico looked at Camus blankly. Why does this guy look unreliable? He was not scared by his appearance, and he even poked himself with his fingers?

"No, I only eat souls. Do you have anything else to do?"

Kamui touched his chin and looked her up and down. "No blood on your clothes will be a bad review. You will greet guests in this way in the future. Remember to bleed from all seven holes and add some blood to your clothes. If it doesn't work, turn your head back."

"..."

Nico looked at Kamui in a daze, and then restored her face before death, a beautiful woman.

"It's okay, I'll leave first."

"Wait"

Nico looked back at Kamui, and saw him silently walked to the mirror. A layer of light film appeared on his white arm and stretched into the mirror, and dragged a soul out of the mirror. It was Mr. Darcy Likum in the morning. After seeing Kamui, he begged for mercy again and again. Kamui pinched his neck impatiently and threw it to Nicole.

"Good performance, like souls, right? This is for you."

Nico looked at Camus's arm in horror. He could actually grab souls with his hands? Thinking of the various abilities of makeup artists in the books, Nicole immediately became honest.

Camus saw her slowly lower her head and smiled meaningfully, "I'm going upstairs to rest. You can do whatever you want. Remember not to make too much noise."

"Dongdong..."

Seeing Camus go upstairs, Nicole turned her head and looked at Mr. Likum, showing a cruel smile, holding Likum's head and biting it hard.

"Ah..."

The pain of the soul tearing made Likum roll on the ground in pain, and his miserable howling was creepy.

"Dong..."

As a bottle was thrown upstairs, Nicole looked upstairs, grabbed Likum's neck and made him unable to make a sound, biting him madly.

Dozens of minutes later, Nicole touched her stomach with satisfaction. She hadn't eaten a soul for a long time. The last time she ate was half a year ago. Maybe it's not bad to follow this Mr. Camus. At least he is not afraid of her, right?

Upstairs, Camus stood by the window and looked into the distance. His figure seemed a little lonely in the middle of the night.

"It's time to settle accounts."

After that, Camus sat cross-legged on the ground and released Hulin. Hulin flew out with the surge of black smoke, and lowered his head humbly.

"Find a way to trick a few nightmares of the Candlelight Society? I know you have the ability."

Hulin's eyes flashed as he lowered his head, "Yes, my master."

"But you need to have a nightmare."

"Nightmare?"

Hearing Camus's suspicious voice, Hulin immediately crawled on the ground, "Master, only when you enter the nightmare, the nightmare of the Candlelight Society will appear. The nightmare world connects everyone's dreams. If they really want to find you, they will enter your dream from the nightmare world."

Camus tapped his fingers lightly, closed his eyes and asked the scale of the spiritual world.

"Scale, can I exchange in my dream?"

"Yes"

Hearing this answer, Camus opened his eyes and smiled meaningfully.

"How can I have a nightmare?"